The jasminum sambac
recoils at her sniff
My dear God,
how dare she!
© Chagall 2013
Archive for November, 2013
I’ve planned to travel
your heart-line
for some time
now.
There’s a place,
it’s a bend
where the sunlight hits
just right.
Atop a log fence
I sit
with a cattail
in my teeth;
I squint so I see
you outlined
in the sun.
And it smells like
honey and
grass
and lemons;
you taste
just the same.
It’s warm,
the light
grows stronger,
days are long,
life fans out
in broad strokes,
that take us far
beyond
what we’d hope for.
I grab your hand,
pull you in,
we exit
the shaded maze.
© Chagall 2013
I love getting screwed
over by friends
It makes one so
much wiser
© Chagall 2013
I
wink
my left eye
then my right
I
bring symmetry to seduction
Though
that last one
did feel palsied
A little
bit too much
pull
in the cheek
© Chagall 2013
How distinct
must I be
in the statement
of my prayer –
to what degree
must I
enunciate
to assure
you understand?
Let me make it easy,
let me make it plain:
God
please
help
me
now.
© Chagall 2013
Just like the girl on the tapes I order un carafe d’eau
hoping it will solve for thirst I have
If I smoked I’d light one now
strike it nonchalant
With just a touch
of distant stare
to show the wheels
still turn
Circumspect to be
less than
ordinary
I have somewhere to be
so I say I must be going now
Je dois partir maintenant
To you lovers
at your tables
I nod to you
in silent unknowing
Your gaze on my back
falls for far too short
a moment
© Chagall 2013
In the poem of poems
there’s a rhyme on rhymes
and a bouncy little part
about meter
Overall its meaning
is what it wishes
to say
© Chagall 2013
I will hold the excitement
I feel for this day
despite the naysayers
I am bound to encounter
as I wind through
the course of hours.
© Chagall 2013
I mistakenly wrote
until we part
When obviously I meant
till we meet again
We will miss
one another
Now overtakes
the mist
© Chagall 2013
Suribachi dawns
a beautiful fan of light
waves push time to shore
© Chagall 2013
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